Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 184: What He Calls Saving

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Four

The door closed behind him with a soft, final click.

Asli didn’t wait.

The moment his footsteps faded down the corridor, her body moved on instinct. She crossed the room in three quick strides, hands shaking as she snatched the towel from the bed. The fabric slipped slightly and her heart lurched but she wrapped it tighter, pressing it to her chest as it could still be seen through the walls.

She didn’t breathe until she was out of her room.

Barefooted and silent, she slipped down the hall and pushed open her nanny’s door without knocking. The older woman looked up from her chair, startled.

Asli dropped the towel onto the bed and peeled it back just enough to reveal the pregnancy test.

"Why would you leave this in my room?" she demanded, her voice low but sharp, panic leaking through the edges. "What if my father had seen it?"

The nanny’s face drained of color. She stood up immediately, wringing her hands.

"I... I thought you’d want to check," she said softly. "After our conversation earlier... I thought you’d maybe..."

She trailed off, eyes flicking to Asli’s face, reading the storm there.

"I didn’t think he’d come into your room," she added quickly. "He never does. I swear, I only meant to help."

Asli closed her eyes for a brief second, pressing her fingers to her temple. Help. The word felt heavy, dangerous.

"You can’t do things like this," she said, quieter now, but no less firm. "Not here. Not ever."

The nanny nodded rapidly. "I understand. I’m sorry. Truly."

Asli wrapped the towel back around the test and placed it into the nanny’s hands.

"Hide it," she said. "Somewhere he will never look."

The older woman clutched it to her chest and nodded again.

Asli turned toward the door, her eyes briefly watching Matilda’s mother. Then she said, "I’m still looking for the best specialist for your sister. I hope the next one we find, can help her."

She didn’t wait any longer to hear her thank her. She didn’t deserve that appreciation... at least not until she fulfilled the promise she made to herself to help that woman speak and walk again.

Just as she finished with that, her thoughts slipped back to her father’s last words.

’You move tomorrow morning.’

The weight of it settled on her chest like a hand pressing down. Asli slowed her steps, exhaling slowly. It didn’t help. Her mind refused to be quiet.

She tried to picture it, tried to prepare herself the way she always did.

And Ahmet’s face came first.

The way he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t watching. The hesitation in his voice when he spoke her name. The way her chest tightened every time he stood too close.

Could she pull the trigger on him? Again?

The thought stalled, unfinished, and unconvincing. Liking him was a mistake. A weakness. A line she had known better than to cross and yet had crossed anyway.

She could live with that mistake. She could punish herself for it for the rest of her life.

Her jaw tightened.

But his parents?

That image didn’t hesitate. It didn’t wobble. It didn’t ask questions.

Her fingers curled slowly at her sides, nails biting into her palms as something cold and ruthless slid into place. That part of her: the one her father had raised, sharpened, fed with years of blood and loyalty. She didn’t flinch at the thought of killing his parents.

Ahmet was a complication but his family was her revenge. And she had been trained her entire life to deliver those.

Her phone started ringing the moment she stepped into her room.

Asli exhaled slowly, the sound thin and tired. Her limbs felt heavy, like someone had poured lead into her veins. The room tilted just slightly, enough to make her pause by the bed. ’Could I ever just rest?’ The question came uninvited, and bitter. Lately, exhaustion clung to her no matter how much she slept. And the thought she kept shoving away crept back again, why was she this tired if she was not...

She cut it off.

Then continued... "Pregnant?" This time, she said it aloud.

She sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the phone. Missed call.

Demir’s name flashed on her screen.

Her jaw tightened before she even called back.

He answered almost immediately. "My uncle said we’re moving tomorrow morning." There was something sharp in his voice. Something like anticipation and even excitement.

A frown pulled at her brows. "We?"

"Yes," he said easily. "I’m going with you."

Her fingers curled around the phone. Heat flared in her chest, fast and ugly. This mission was hers. This blood was hers to spill. Every step of this revenge belonged to her alone.

"No," she said flatly.

A pause came. Then a chuckle, low, and slightly amused. "You don’t get to decide that. My Uncle does." His tone shifted, just enough to scrape. "Why don’t you want me there, Asli? What are you hiding?"

Her heart stumbled. Why did he ask that? Did he find out about anything?

"What do you mean?" The words came too quickly and too sharply.

"I mean," he continued, unbothered, "maybe you wanted all the glory after you wipe them out yourself." A beat. "Relax. I’m not accusing you of anything. You just sounded... defensive."

She closed her eyes. If Demir knew anything about her and Ahmet, she was sure he would’ve told her father. She suppressed a sigh.

When she spoke again, her voice was steady and practiced. "You’re welcome to come."

She ended the call before he could respond.

The phone slipped from her hand and landed on the bed beside her. Asli leaned back, staring at the ceiling, her chest rising too fast.

If Demir came along, Ahmet wouldn’t survive it.

That should have been the least of her worries. It wasn’t.

What if Ahmet killed Demir?

The thought struck harder than she expected. They were both dangerous. Both relentless. If she were forced to choose between them, she knew she couldn’t, not without tearing something vital out of herself. She cared for them both, in different ways, for different reasons, and that alone felt like betrayal.

And there was Markus...

Her breath caught. She had almost forgotten him.

The web was tightening. Every move pulled another thread, and another life into her war. And it hit her quietly:

She hadn’t spared a single thought for herself.

Not once. She had never cared about herself. She stomached every pain, and every wound like a birthright. She never cared what would be left of her after a war. Yet, tonight, for a strange reason, she couldn’t help but ask herself,

"What if I don’t survive this?"

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Demir

"You know this isn’t the only operation," Demir said quietly.

Daniel looked up from where he stood, his arms behind him, and waiting.

Demir turned the glass in his hand, watching the liquid slide along the sides. "I had to push my uncle for this. Hard." His lips curved, thin and pleased. "But it was worth it. This is the only window we’ll get."

Daniel’s eyes narrowed. "To deal with the... situation?"

"To erase it," Demir corrected smoothly. "If there’s a child, it doesn’t make it past tonight."

Daniel hesitated. Just a fraction. "And if she os not pregnant?"

Demir finally looked at him.

The smile that followed was wrong, always wrong. "Then nothing changes. She walks away untouched." He took a slow sip, his eyes never leaving Daniel’s face. "But if she is... we end it."

Daniel swallowed. "And Ahmet?"

Demir’s smile widened, satisfaction settling in his bones. "I don’t think she’d be able to kill him. So again, as generous as I am, I need to help her. Make sure his name is the one she remembers when it happens." He tilted his head. "The blame should fit him perfectly."

He set the glass down with a soft, final clink.

"After all," Demir added lightly, "what’s revenge without precision?"